Stephen Booth was born in the Lancashire mill town of Burnley and has remained rooted to the Pennines during his career as a newspaper journalist. He lives with his wife Lesley in a former Georgian dower house in Nottinghamshire and his interests include folklore, the Internet and walking in the hills of the Peak District. ‘The Dead Place’ is the sixth in the series.

Praise for ‘The Dead Place’:‘A dark Derbyshire mystery…not for the squeamish’ Daily Mail‘A thoroughly enjoyable book from one of Britain’s best crime writers’ Sunday TelegraphPraise for Stephen Booth:'A leading light of British crime writing' Guardian'Endows the traditional crime story with a literary strength that lifts it above the general ruck… He gives a satisfying read rather than a quick fix' Independent‘Stephen Booth is an author to keep an eye on’ Evening Standard‘In this atmospheric debut, Stephen Booth makes high summer in Derbyshire as dark and terrifying as midwinter’ Val McDermid‘Black Dog sinks its teeth into you and doesn’t let go … A dark star may be born!’ Reginald Hill

Stephen Booth was born in the Lancashire mill town of Burnley and has remained rooted to the Pennines during his career as a newspaper journalist. He lives with his wife Lesley in a former Georgian dower house in Nottinghamshire and his interests include folklore, the Internet and walking in the hills of the Peak District. ‘The Dead Place’ is the sixth in the series.

Praise for ‘The Dead Place’:‘A dark Derbyshire mystery…not for the squeamish’ Daily Mail‘A thoroughly enjoyable book from one of Britain’s best crime writers’ Sunday TelegraphPraise for Stephen Booth:'A leading light of British crime writing' Guardian'Endows the traditional crime story with a literary strength that lifts it above the general ruck… He gives a satisfying read rather than a quick fix' Independent‘Stephen Booth is an author to keep an eye on’ Evening Standard‘In this atmospheric debut, Stephen Booth makes high summer in Derbyshire as dark and terrifying as midwinter’ Val McDermid‘Black Dog sinks its teeth into you and doesn’t let go … A dark star may be born!’ Reginald Hill